Luyện nghe bài hát Kaw-liga

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
Standin' over by the
Fell in love a Chocktaw maid
Over in the store

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, never let it show
She ever answer, yes or no

And he wore his Sunday feathers
And carried his old black
Maiden her beads and braids
An hoped he'd talk

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never a sign
'Cause his heart is made of knotty

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you ain't never got a
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you know what you what miss
Is it any wonder that your face is
Kaw-Liga, you old wooden head

Kaw-Liga was a Indian
Never nowhere
was set on the Chocktaw maid
Wearin' the long, hair

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, don't never show a
'Cause his heart was made of knotty

And then one day, a wealthy
Bought the Indian
her oh so far away
And ol' stayed

Kaw-Liga, ooh
Standin' there, as as can be
Ah, just wishin' he were still an ol' pine

Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, you just ain't had no kissin'
Poor ol' Kaw-Liga, hoss, you don't know what you're
Is it any wonder, your face is red?
Kaw-Liga, you poor, ol' head

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